Tonight, I got another drunken text message from her. For the first time, she wasn't furious. She wasn't rambling. There was no judgment, or mockery. But it was intense. And somehow, I find it ever so gentle and heart-breaking at the very same time. It was utterly sad. So it shot me right through and I couldn't recover from this weakness, and fondness of a love that is built to resist all kind of pain, and trouble. And sometimes, I feel the urge to apologize for being given the love I don't deserve.
Forgiveness is simple, and natural but the miracle of time, is too slow, patient and careful.
I can wait...